December 6th, early in the morning.

After squatting in the tunnel for two days, Qiao felt his bones all over his body felt a little sore.

Getting used to the sunshine and warmth of Tulun Port, in the battlefield tunnels in the northern border, it was cold and bone-black, with snow and moisture all over the ground, and the cold air seemed to be drilling into the bones one by one, so Qiao really couldn't stand this ghost weather.

Curled up beside the stove at the bunker command, Joe stewed coffee on the stove with a big jar.

The coffee beans are excellent, and they are the best goods that Joe sent to Gorkin last time. But there are no professional baristas, no professional equipment, and no good spring water and a small stove that carefully controls the temperature.

A large piece of coal-burning stove, ordinary well water brought from the well, plus this large iron jar... with such rough and unrestrained cooking methods, the coffee in the jar actually exudes a good strong fragrance.

With the light of the fire, Qiao widened his eyes and read the book "Derenke Love Poems" word by word.

"Feng-sweet-enter the bones..." Qiao looked at the lines of passionate and unrestrained poems, and felt her hair standing up and her face turned red with excitement.

"What a... talent! Why was it hurt by the Ice Sea Kingdom? It can be seen that the royal family of the Ice Sea Kingdom is really a group of bad birds... They also want to seize the treasure of the Knights of the Suffering... They have to find a way to cheat them. Anyway, Mr. Sherlock didn't take Prince George's mission to heart."

"Well, if you pit yourself to death, you must pit yourself to death... Such a romantic, slutty poem, such a good poet, why did you get hurt by you? Isn't it just a... princess!"

Joe murmured in a low voice.

In the corner of the bunker command, there were neat rows of iron racks on single beds, Gorkin and several subordinate officers were sleeping comfortably in bed in thick coats.

Qiao has suffered from insomnia these days, and it is difficult for him to fall asleep at night.

It’s not just the climate problem here, but also because this is a battlefield, and a war will break out at no time.

To be honest, Joe was a little nervous.

But Gorkin and others are different.

They are all veterans who have been through the battlefield for a long time. Not to mention that in the "quiet" and "serene" tunnel, even on the battlefield where corpses are everywhere, they can still fall asleep when it is time to go to bed.

"Hulu" and "Hulu" were snoring, and placed on the long table in the middle of the command center. The mechanical clock as big as a head turned to seven o'clock. Gorkin and several officers opened their eyes almost at the same time.

They turned over silently and took off their coats wrapped around them. They jumped out of the bed gently. They moved their arms and legs vigorously.

"It smells so good... Joe, you haven't slept yet another night?" Gorkin rubbed the corners of his big eyes. He smiled at Joe: "Look? Look, you are a little rookie? Haha, I can't hold it anymore?"

Qiao was so stern about his face? He looked at Gorkin very seriously: "Nonsense? I have also experienced several big scenes... Tsk, I said that last time I led the team to anti-smuggling, the Blood Sail Pirates, but I gave it to me..."

‘Bang’!

A gunshot came from outside.

Qiao threw away the poetry collection in his hand? He jumped up in a row.

Maybe it was because Gorkin just mocked himself for being a "rookie"? Well? Maybe it has nothing to do with this... Anyway, Qiao Yi accidentally threw the handwritten version of the "Derenke Love Poems" in the city of Wolf Tooth Castle into the stove.

The coals the size of a human head? More than a dozen pieces were piled up in the stove and burned fiercely.

A small collection of love poems was thrown in, and a volume of flames was burning.

Gorkin didn't notice Qiao's little movements. He and the officers around him had already brought a strong wind.                                                                                                                 �

Half an hour ago.

A trace of white fish belly just appeared in the east? The world was still dark and ignorant.

A dense rustling sound came from the low woods about fifteen or sixteen miles away from the defense position where Gorkin and Joe were.

The body was as big as a strong cow, with blue-black and long hair all over the body. The wolves were so hungry that they were roaring in a low voice, with a lot of saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths, and they were swaying along the dense forest from west to east.

Dozens...hundreds...thousands...thousands...thousands...

The number of evil wolves is so huge that they pass by silently in the dense forest, like a blue-black sea tide raging and flooding. Wherever they pass, rabbits, deer, roe deer and other small animals in the dense forest, and even large hibernating animals such as bears, were found out from the nest by the wolves, and torn to pieces in a few seconds.

Among the wolf pack is a large number of thin men.

Their skin was dark, and their cheeks were the special high-rosy redness brought by the strong sunlight on the plateau; they were wearing rough leather armor made of wolf skin and other animal skins, and had a strong smell of sheep.

These plateau people basically have a big hooked nose, deep eye sockets, raised cheekbones, thin lips, thin faces... With their natural curly hair, they are born with a strong feeling of coldness, cruelty, and unreliability.

They were mixed in the pack of wolves, some riding on the backs of wolves, and some walking along with them.

Most of them carry traditional cold weapons such as long swords, heavy swords, and big axes. A small number of them are wearing precious metal armor in addition to leather armor. Only a few, about 30% of them carry various guns with them.

Among these plateau people, sixty or seventy percent of the guns were old-fashioned clamps, and only about 30% of the elite shooters were holding new flintlock rifles purchased at high prices.

Every plateau warrior holding a flintlock rifle is always surrounded by seven or eight or even a dozen ordinary warriors holding cold weapons.

The wolves swept through the dense forest silently, and among the wolves, you can occasionally see simple four-wheeled carriages.

On these four-wheeled carriages, bronze field cannons were actually carried.

Judging from the caliber, most of these field guns are 60 millimeters and 80 millimeters, and there are not many, and there are only about five or six hundred gates in total.

Among them are some field artillery with a caliber of 100 millimeters, and the number of these large-caliber field artillery is only about twenty or thirty.

The wolves trotted all the way, hunting and rushing along, constantly approaching the Wolf Tooth Castle.

Among the wolves, dozens of giant wolf with dark golden colors were surrounded by large groups of giant wolf with black fur. On the backs of these golden giant wolf, there were dozens of men and women with different heights, short, fat and thinness, and their temperaments were obviously much more graceful than other plateau people.

These men and women are old and young, the youngest are only thirteen or fourteen years old, and the old ones are seventy years old.

Compared with the ordinary people mixed in the wolves, they were all wearing gorgeous antique armor or garments made of various colors of precious silk. The heads, necks, wrists, and fingers were filled with jewelry made of gold, and were covered with precious gems of various colors of precious stones.

These golden giant wolf has a unique status in the plateau empire and are regarded as the direct bloodline of the plateau wolf king Wall.

Only the chiefs and high priests of various tribes of the Plateau Empire are qualified to ride on the back of the Wolf King's bloodline. These dozens of men and women are the chiefs and high priests of the eighteen major tribes adjacent to the Lanyin Corridor of the Plateau Empire.

Among the crowd, there was an old man with a thin hair, a thin and short body weighing only eighty or ninety pounds, but a gold jewelry on his body was two or three hundred pounds, and a heavy golden scepter in his hand.

The old man looked up at the slightly white sky in Dongfang and muttered softly: "This time, the Delun Empire is coming in full force, as if he is about to reopen the Lanyin Corridor... This battle is not easy to fight!"

A beautiful woman who was born young and charming, with a big red dress and a big red fur wrapped in a red fox fur on the outside, giggled: "What are the high priests worried about? Are you worried that we will lose? Lose to those imperial pigs?"

Among the crowd, more than 70% of the young and strong men and women sneered and looked at the old companions in the team.

Due to the authority and reputation of these old people in the tribe, these young people dare not laugh out loud, but looking at their expressions, they knew that they did not take their opinions on these old people... to heart.

The old man's face turned gloomy: "You young people, don't know the terror of the Delun Empire... We were able to seize the Lanyin Corridor back then... It was also the full-scale war launched by the Lucia Empire against the Delun Empire, and even the decline within the Delun Empire that we were lucky enough to succeed!"

"No, it's not a lucky chance!" The enchanting girl raised her head proudly: "Under the leadership of Her Majesty the Queen, we plateau people have become a whole... Since our ancestors have defeated the Imperial Pig, then... we can do it too, and we will do better than our ancestors!"

"So many years have passed, and the imperial pigs must have forgotten the fear brought by the rushing of the plateau wolf pack." The enchanting girl raised the exquisitely crafted pure gold scimitar in her hand.

She let out a long roar to her companions: "The protection of the Wolf King is, this year is the year of the harvest of the wolf pack... The wolf pack we gathered this winter is more than ten times that of previous years..."

"Let us the wolf pack on the plateau!" The enchanting girl waved a scimitar about a foot long and hissed: "Swallow them!"

"Swallow the Imperial Pig... tore the Imperial Pig!" A group of young tribe leaders, including the young chiefs and high priests, cheered and roared: "Kill them all, rob them all... kill them all, rob them all, rob them all, rob them all, rob them all, rob them all their men all, rob them all their women all, rob them their property and rob them all their food..."

The wolf pack in front separated from each other, and an elite wolf cavalry rushed over with a short boy.

"Information in Wolf Tooth Castle, dear nobles, this kid brought the information from Wolf Tooth Castle!"

The boy knelt in front of the golden group of wolves with a "bang".

He trembled so hard that he took out a small copper tube and held it on his head with both hands: "Great men, this is the latest information from Wolf Tooth Castle... The Empire Pig transported countless supplies into it, and there were thousands of field guns! Thousands of field guns! There were countless other weapons!"
Chapter completed!